Wizard (27 page)

She waited a few hours to see if the storm would abate, consulted with Cirocco—who knew no more about it than Gaby—then ordered the camp broken and told Psaltery to strike out overland.

She never found out if it had been the best choice, but it was not a bad one. They had to pick their route carefully in several places. Yet the land was not as rugged as it had looked. They emerged on the southern beach of Snake Bay. It was not much of a beach—the bay was as sheer-sided as a Norwegian fjord—but she knew her way from there. The Circum-Gaea rejoined Ophion at that point after having made its way through North Rhea and down through the tortuous passes of the western Nemesis Mountains.

For some reason, Gaby’s creation had fared better in this 30-kilometer stretch than anywhere else in Gaea. Much of the asphalt was cracked and buckled, some of it washed away, but for 50 and 100 meters at a time they could walk on road surface little changed from when Gaby’s work crews had rolled it. The roadbed was particularly hard and stable in this area. Gaby had done a great deal of blasting just to make a path. Yet she would have thought the regular rains would have obliterated it long ago.

Nevertheless, there it was, winding its way up beside the seven massive river pumps lining the gorge. Gaby called the pumps Doc, Happy, Sneezy, Grumpy, Sleepy, Dopey, and Bashful, and no longer apologized for it. She couldn’t help it; she had run out of Greek names. Of them all, Sneezy and Grumpy were the most appropriate. The pumps made an awful racket. There was also a lot to be said for Dopey as a generic name.

The storm began to slacken as they approached the top of the system. It was the highest point on Ophion. From the level of Nox—highest of Gaea’s ten major seas—the Seven dwarfs raised the water
another 4,000 meters. The place was called the Rhea Pass. From it one could look west to the alpine wall of the Nemesis Range: jagged teeth backlighted by the fertile greens and blues of Crius, its northern lakes and southern plains curving up behind the mountains. A steady rain was still falling in the pass, but the weather was clear to the east. Gaby decided that canoes should be built and that the party would take to the river and try to reach dry country before making camp.

Once again Gaby was amused by Chris. He was all eyes as he watched the Titanides select the proper canoe trees and, with a few well-aimed cuts, reap a harvest of perfect curved ribs and floorboards. He shook his head in wonder at the way they dovetailed into frameworks needing only a skin covering—which had been retained from the original fleet in Hyperion. In a little more than a rev they were ready to go.

She found herself watching Chris as the canoes were loaded. She was surprised at herself, but the fact was she found him irresistible in many ways. His almost childlike curiosity and willingness to listen while she and Cirocco pointed out the wonders of Gaea made her wistful and envious. She had once been like that. It was in contrast with Robin, who usually listened only long enough to be sure what was being said had no relevance to her. She supposed Robin’s hard life had made her that way, but Chris had not had an easy life either. It showed in his quiet, moody spells. He was rather shy, but not to the point of fading into the background. When he was sure someone, was actually listening, he could be a good talker.

And—she might as well admit—she felt a physical attraction. It was remarkable; her last affair with a man had been more than twenty years ago. But when he smiled, she felt good. When she was the reason for the smile, she felt terrific. His face had a lopsided beauty; he had good shoulders and arms and a marvelous ass. The small roll of fat around his waist was already melting away; a few weeks of exertion would turn him lean and narrow-hipped, the way she liked her men. She already had the urge to run her fingers through his hair and reach into his pants to see what that was like.

But not on this trip. Not with Valiha already mooning over him, Cirocco held at bay only by the
effects of her megahangover, and—Gaby was beginning to suspect—even Robin showing signs of willingness to experiment in cross-cultural exploration.

He had enough problems without Gaby Plauget’s trying to fit him into the disaster she had made of her love life. And she knew the biggest potential problem was the one he was least aware of. Her name was Cirocco. Chris was not ready for her, and Gaby intended to do what she could to protect him from her.

* * *

The segment of Ophion they now entered was a far cry from the stretch they had sailed in Hyperion. It necessitated changes. For the worst rapids Gaby insisted on an experienced canoeist front and rear. The Titanides all qualified, as did Gaby and Cirocco. Chris was a little rough, but he would do. Robin was an absolute novice, as well as a nonswimmer. Gaby put her between two Titanides, with the other two in the second boat, and Chris, Cirocco, and herself in the third, towing the fourth. In quiet places she let Robin take the lead and joined her, showing her how to handle the craft. As in everything she did, Robin worked at it single-mindedly and soon showed improvement.

It was an exhilarating trip. Chris was enthusiastic, but Robin bubbled with excitement when they reached the end of a stretch of rapids. Once she even suggested they go back and do it again, looking about three years old as she said it. She was aching to sit alone in the front. Gaby understood it well; there were few things Gaby liked more than a challenging white-water ride. When traveling with Psaltery, she defied the river, taking chances. Now, though she enjoyed herself, she was learning something Cirocco had found out a long time ago. It’s not quite the same when you’re the leader. Being responsible for others makes one conservative and a bit of a grouch. She had to be firm with Robin about wearing her inflatable life vest.

They reached the twilight zone west of Crius before making camp. Everyone was pleasantly exhausted. They had a light dinner and a big breakfast and set out again toward gradually brightening
lands. If anything could enhance the joys of being on the river, it was coming out of the Rhean rain into the Crian sunshine. The Titanides led the singing, which started with the traditional Gaean traveling song: “The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.” Gaby was not surprised or abashed to feel tears fill her eyes as they came to the end of it.

* * *

Ophion dashed into full daylight at a point slightly north of the western slanted cable, the counterpart of Cirocco’s Stairs but leaning in the other direction. The river then turned south and continued in that direction for more than a hundred kilometers. The rapids became less frequent, though the river was still lively. They took it easy, barely paddling in the quiet waters, resting and letting the river’s current move them.

Gaby called a halt early when they came to a place she had camped before. She thought it the prettiest site in the Nemesis Range and told everyone they would stay for eight revs, sleep, and then continue on. It seemed agreeable, especially to the Titanides, who planned a decent meal for the first time in several days.

When Chris suggested they try to catch something for the Titanides to cook, Gaby showed him what reeds to cut for fishing poles. Robin showed an interest, so Gaby taught her how to bait a hook and string a line, how to operate the simple wooden reels the Titanides had brought. They moved out into shallow water, smooth stones under their bare feet, and began casting.

“What do you catch around here?” Chris asked.

“What would you take out of a stream like this back home?”

“Trout, probably.”

“Then trout it is. I figure we could use about a dozen.”

“Are you serious? There are really trout?”

“Not just a Gaean imitation either. A long time ago Gaea thought she wanted to attract tourists.
Now she’s largely indifferent to them. But she had a lot of streams stocked, and they did well. They get pretty big. Like this one.” Her pole was bent into a semicircle. In a few minutes she netted a fish that was larger than any Chris had ever seen, let alone caught.

Robin broke her line with her first bite, then brought in one about the same size. In half an hour they had their quota, but Chris was battling something that felt more like a whale than a trout. Yet when it flashed into the air, it had the familiar lines and colors, the fighting spirit. He played it for twenty minutes and at last could reach down and come up with a fish larger than even Gaby had seen. He looked at it with undisguised delight, then held it up, looking toward the sky.

“How about it, Gaea?” he shouted. “Is this big enough?”

For once Chris had actually been able to see the thing. It was just a tiny speck far to the north and high in the air, but it had to be the source of the sustained roar he had heard twice already. He watched it vanish over a mountain, but he could hear it for nearly a minute after that.

“Valiha,” he said, “I’m bearing to the left.”

“I’m coming right behind you.”

Chris steered close to Gaby and Psaltery. He held the side of the other canoe as he stowed his oar, then jumped easily from one to the other. Gaby frowned at him.

“Don’t you think it’s about time you told us what that is? You did say you’d teach us things we’d need to know.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She scowled even more but gave in. “I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you, really. It’s just that I don’t even like to talk about them. I—” She looked up a time to see Robin join them.

“Fine. We call ’em buzz bombs. They’re new. Very new. I first saw one no more than six or seven years ago. Gaea must have worked on them for a long time because they’re so damn unlikely they shouldn’t even be alive. They are the
nastiest
things I ever saw.

“What they are is living airplanes powered by ramjets. Or pulse-jets, possibly. The one I examined was pretty busted up and burned to a crisp. I ordered an old heat-seeking missile from Earth a few years
after the first one appeared and shot one down. It was about thirty meters long and definitely organic, though it had a lot of metal in its body. I don’t know how; its chemistry must be fantastic, especially when it’s being gestated.

“Anyway, I did wonder how it flew. It had wings, and I knew it didn’t fly by flapping them. It works like an airplane that uses warpable wings instead of elevons. It had two legs that folded up in flight. I doubt it could walk very far on them. And it had two fuel bladders that held something that’s probably kerosene. Possibly ethanol or a mixture.

“Right away I wondered how it could eat enough to make that kind of fuel in the amounts it would need to be useful for flight. I mean, it was obviously awkward as hell on the ground. On top of that, if it is a ramjet that makes the damn abomination go, it wouldn’t dare land anywhere but the top of a cliff or a very tall tree. That engine won’t work until it’s in motion. So they’d need a thrust assist or a long fall to reach the speed where they could flame on. I didn’t know any of this; I had to look it up.

“What I decided was that they didn’t make their own fuel. The food they ate went to a more or less normal animal metabolism, and they must get their fuel from some outside source. Or several sources. Most likely it’s another new creature, and it’s probably in the highlands. I haven’t found out where yet.”

“Are they dangerous?” Robin asked.

“Very much so. The best thing about them is there aren’t many of them. I thought at first they’d have a hard time sneaking up on anybody, but that turns out to be untrue. They cruise at about five hundred kilometers per hour. Even with the engine running they’re on you practically before you know it. But they can also flame out at that speed and skim along the surface, then fire up after they’ve made a kill and before they drop below critical speed. If you see one, try to get in a ditch. They don’t come around for a second pass unless the land is as flat as stale beer. You’re safe behind a rock, and your chances are improved if you’re just stretched out on the ground. They have barbed noses and what they do is impale you and fly off to eat the carcass somewhere else.”

“How delightful.”

“Ain’t it?”

“What do they eat?” Chris asked.

“Anything they can lift.”

“Yes, but what is that? Running into something as big as a human might slow them down below their critical speed.”

“It turns out they handle humans quite well, thank you. It’s a good point, though, and they do favor prey in the forty-to-sixty-kilogram range.”

“Hey, thanks,” Robin snorted. “That’s
me
.”

“Me, too, little one. But just think how good the big fella here must feel.” She smiled at Chris, who was not feeling that good about it. “Actually, they will attack a full-grown human buck if given the chance and so far have always pulled it off. Seven humans have been killed by them. They will also take on a Titanide, but that’s closer to the wishful-thinking category. I know of a dozen cases where Titanides have been carried off, but I’ve heard of two where the buzz bomb crashed and burned while trying to do it.

“I wouldn’t worry about them too much. I cringe when I hear one going over because I hate the things intensely. I did even before one of them took a friend of mine. If I ever find the fuel station, there’s going to be one hell of a jolly fire. They are obscene, terrible beasts. They don’t attack blimps, but they seem to get a kick out of flying around and around them until the poor things are almost insane with fear, and they’ve got good reason to be. One blimp was accidentally ignited by the exhaust, and the others are still whistling about that.

“But statistically there’s a lot of things that are more dangerous. They’re as unpredictable as sharks. If they get you, you’re gone, but the chances are against it.”

* * *

Chris liked Crius. Coming out of the Rhean night might have had something to do with it, but in some
respects it was nicer than Hyperion. Crius had the Nemesis Mountains in the west to provide a backdrop, and the forbidding frozen sea of Oceanus could no longer be seen.

After Ophion resumed its eastward course far in the south of Crius, it flowed briskly through the grandfather of all jungles. Gaby told him it actually was not as dense as parts of the western Hyperion forest, but it was good enough for him. Earthlike species of trees jostled with alien spikes, feathers, crystals, strings of pearls, films, spheres, and lace veils. They leaned over the water in their intense competition for light and space. Though the river was wide, at some points they met in the middle.